To list and name people ... is to subjugate them.
They need shinier myths that will never be soiled by becoming true.
These people, I’m afraid, include those who suffer from ‘wheat intolerance’. I know there is such a thing, which can afflict even the sturdiest, most no-nonsense of souls and causes the consumption of...
There’s a link between bigotry and bad spelling. I’ve met it before.
There's got to be a nasty or dangerous side to anything enjoyable or there's something wrong, something suspicious and hidden. If everything seems perfect, it means you're one of the Eloi and a Morloc...
Then one of them asked why Japanese kids try to ape American kids? The clothes, the rap music, the skateboards, the hair. I wanted to say that it's not America they're aping, it's the Japan of their p...
The woman was sincere—bigots mostly are—but no less dangerous for that, and she shall be named and shamed.
The dissolution and sale of British Rail, transforming it into a disjointed network charging exorbitant prices for an unimproved and still taxpayer-subsidised service, darkened the joke a bit much for...
That’s the weird part: I know I don’t know you. So how come I feel like I do?
So, I asked ’gain, is it better to be savage’n to be Civ’lized?List’n, savages an’ Civ’lizeds ain’t divvied by tribes or b’liefs or mountain ranges, nay, ev’ry human is both, yay. Old Uns’d got the Sm...
So where did you go, Holly? Rafiq never tires of this conversation, no matter how often we do it. Everywhere, says Lorelei, being brave and selfless. Colombia, Australia, China, Iceland, Old New York....
So how does it feel? is the reasonable question you hear a lot when your book completes the long ascent from production purgatory to movieplex.
She has four sons, Nurse Purvis leads me on, all with a London post code, but they never visit. You’d think old age was a criminal offense, not a destination we’re all heading to. I consider airing my...
Psychological complexity, character development, the killer line to end a scene, villains blotched with virtue, heroic characters speckled with villainy, foreshadow and backflash, artful misdirection.
Probably is a word with an emergency ejector seat.
Once any tyranny becomes accepted as ordinary, its victory is assured.
Nothing more costly than item that has no price.
My soul may be stoned an' my luck may be rotted but I can still cuss a cuss
Meni dođe da cijeli ovaj debilni svijet raspalim po njuški, majku mu, pa da ga tabam dok mu napokon ne dođe iz dupeta u glavu da je milijun puta važnije da nikoga ne povrijediš nego da na kraju likuje...
Memory Serves. Duplicitous couplet.